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Fitz and Jemma's wedding day (redux)
Robbie tugged at the buttoned collar of his white shirt, the scratchy feel and starched smell making him uneasy.
But so far, everything was making him uneasy.
The ceremony in the church for Jemma and Fitz, the strangers around, blissfully unaware of the voice in his head, screaming to take over. Even the ride to get here, in a car that wasn’t his.
Daisy was in the wedding party, of course, in a pretty yellow dress that set off her dark hair, and radiant smiles that he couldn't help but lose himself in. Robbie snorted at his fanciful thoughts as she approached, mischief dancing in her eyes.
“Is this your first time?” Daisy teased, as she stood next to him. “You’re looking kinda uncomfortable there, Reyes.”
Robbie scowled at Daisy, more out of habit than anything, the muscle in his jaw working. “I’ve been to weddings before.”
“Yeah, but have you been to a dance before?” Daisy grinned. “Don’t think you’re off the hook there, buddy.” They were at the reception hall now, with laughter and love in the air.
Robbie blanched. Surely, she didn’t expect him, host of a Spirit of Vengeance to actually dance.
“What?” Daisy blinked innocently. “You think I’m gonna let you be a wallflower? This isn’t high school.” She brushed a stray piece of lint on Robbie’s tuxedo jacket, then leaned closer as a boisterous pair of children ran down the hallway, and slammed into the reception area.
Robbie’s gaze dipped lower, following the column of her neck, and the deep V of her dress and the gentle swell of her breasts.
His lips parted. “I-um, I haven’t been to prom or anything. Left school in the 11th grade.” He suddenly looked away, cheeks flushed, and rubbing the back of his neck.
Daisy stilled, feeling a pang of remorse for teasing him when she’d already surmised he was feeling out of place.
“Hey, high school drop out here,“ she brushed her fingers on his. “It’s my first time, too. Never been to a formal dance.” Guys trying to grind on her in clubs over the years didn’t really count.
Robbie dipped his head, and when she looked up at him, her eyes wide and trusting, he realized that beneath her bravado, she was as nervous as him, never sure about really fitting in.
“Vamos,” he linked his fingers with hers and tugged her closer. “It’ll be our first time together.”
Warmth spread through his chest as she smiled, happiness shining in her eyes, and Robbie knew when he smiled back, she would see the same.
"Let's hope Jemma tosses me that bouquet, huh?" Daisy nudged him playfully as she entered the door he opened for her.
Robbie didn't hesitate before answering, his hand drifting to the small of her back. "Yeah. Let's."
Maybe it wasn’t too late for new first times and second chances in life.